Meet-the-Parents session yesterday.

The campfire was, but I felt as if I was being barbequed.

Anyway, I got my results. I expected worse but it was one of my best marks for this year. I'm pretty glad, but my parents aren't. They are always not happy with this and that. They aren't even happy that I got into EC. They first few things they asked when they learnt that I've got into EC is, "So your results good or not? Did BLAH get higher than you? BLAH so clever. Did BLAH#2 get higher than you? Then BLAH#3, BLAH#4? How many classes of EC are there? Hiya, 4... That's less than half of the cohort, so easy to get in. How many people in your class in EC? See everyone so clever, last year you so clever, this year you die la. What's your position in class? Not number one right?"

How the bloody hell would I know what's the score of anyone? How the bloody hell wold I know how many people got into EC?

Idiot.